I Hate My Job

6 - I'm Your Boss

6 - I'm Your Boss

"You know, as much as I enjoy watching you bang your head on the window because you might ended up fixing your brain in the process and finally understand that I am your boss and you'll start to pay some respect for me," Terrance blabbered and I glared at him from the corner of my eye.

"-But that would mean we have to cancel the deal thus I wouldn't get the chance to shit on your day so, you should stop doing that," he ended with a bitchy look on his face as I muttered cursed at him underneath my breath.

We were currently on a highway in his very ironic Mercedes Benz and I was currently banging my head on the window for the past 25 minutes and only now he told me to stop.

"Ugh, why do you care? For all I know- you would pay tons of cash just to watch me fall," I stated blindly as I kept on banging my head in hopes I would wake up from this nightmare.

"You know me so well, Anderson. I am flattered," he said wondrously as he put a hand on his chest, showing that he was touched. Cue puking.

"But that's where you're wrong." He dropped his obnoxious tone into a serious tone. And that made me secretly looked at him.

"I do care. I don't want you to bleed here, though." holy fuck. I am having a nightmare! Terrance is actually worrying about me!

I looked up to him and stared at him, almost flattered that he actually cared. "Huh, never thought I'd live to see the d-"

"I want to see you fall and then bleed in front of everyone so they can see what kind of nutcase you are," he stated all too quickly and in my mind--I was mentally shoving the dullest knife in his throat in a dark room.

"See, Terrance. This is why I should hate you with every fibre of my body because you are a huge jerk and the biggest asshole I've ever known in my twenty-three years of living," I explained to him in a tired tone. I was seriously tired of everything about Danielson Terrance. He's so exhausting.

"It's like you suck every shitty attitude out of every shitty people and keep it to yourself. And you expect me to respect you by the way you're treating me? Uh, I don't think that's ever going to happen." I scoffed at him and crossed my arms and slumped in my seat as I looked out of the window. I refused to look at him even though he was focusing on the road. I didn't think he even listen to what I said.

"For starters," oh, he was listening. "I can do the hell I want and how the hell I want it to be because I - have so many times reminded you this - am your freaking boss!" He retorted and almost raising his voice. I could say the same about the beating of my heart.

"And if you don't like the way I handle things, you know you could just quit, right?" He asked obnoxiously which made me act without thinking straight. His attitude drove me to this.

"Fine! I quit," I said all too quickly. I was going to regret this afterwards but I'll handle that later.

"Mmm, request denied." He said after tapping his finger on his chin and declined me so easily. He didn't even looked at me! That son of a diaper!

"What? Why?" I demanded.

"Uh, because I'm your boss," he stated in a 'as-the-matter-of-fact' tone and I almost thought he was a girl right there. He can have such attitude sometimes.

"Well, 'was' now because if you haven't noticed- I said 'I quit', not 'I want to quit' so technically, you don't have a say in this argument," I stated and for the first time in forever, I said something that actually made sense.